After a night of camping, I’m home more than a day early. The unrelenting rain and insects were enough for me to wonder whether it’s worth forgoing the comforts of home (and rest, and cleanliness) for a few new subjects to photograph.
I now have several mosquito bites on my body, about the size of my fist each. This is without any scratching on my part, and they’re steadily growing. My skin has always reacted badly to mosquito bites. I’m pretty sure I’d have to turn down National Geographic if they ever offered me a job as a wildlife photographer.